School.
Fall semester has started again...

Sleeping, I dream of beautiful words precisely...
Beneath my eyelids, stanzas overflowing with ideas...

Wisdom
subtle timeless...

I walk the halls of remembrance
opening doors of long stashed-away memories...

Just the two of us can be quite romantic
no beating hearts need to be frantic...

Riding through the streets looking out the windows...
at the dark, concrete sidewalks scattered with...

It's the fall
Warm days abound without humidity...

I'm sitting through another lecture
from a teacher to his class...

What to write?
It's the most base, simplistic question that seems...

It is more than a love. Not just because one loves...

Certain words should never be forgotten in any...
Everything about the world we live in is finite...

I had my longest job for two years
finally gave my two weeks and...